I shall, one day, walk under the beaming moon,
Feeling genuinely happy about everything around,
Not feeling bothered about your deep voice,
Calling my name and whispering, "I'm sorry"
Till then, I shall walk under this saddening moon,
Wishing I was feeling the warmth next to you,
Not feeling numb for a moment any soon,
Yet only feeling the warmth of my dear blues.
I shall, one day, walk under the humming birds,
Feeling utterly satisfied with my life instincts,
Not feeling bothered about your dreamy glance,
Satisfying me in the most unique ways of all.
Till then, I shall walk under the weeping birds,
Wishing I was resting my heavy head on your chest,
Feeling the most beautiful pain of yours,
When you only whispered, "Wish you were here"
- Shenuri Nathaliya -
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Treasures - VOLUME II
PoetryThis is the volume II of my first ever poetry book 'Treasures'. This book will be contained with 25 more interesting and extra-ordinary poems which will make you skip a heartbeat knowing how relatable they are. From experiential poems to love to man...
